Open Letter
They say
Heaven is a place in the sky
But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes
Sometimes
I'm in heaven with you
Heaven with you
(Who the fuck are you)
(I'm Reji)
They say
Heaven is a place in the sky
But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes
Sometimes
I'm in heaven with you
They say life is short but it's starting to feel like forever
Cause the shit that I been through suppose to make me better
Relapse
Same problem
Baby momma
With my momma
This year was better than last year
Learned my lesson
How it start to feel like it's class here
Good liquor good times mixed bad peers
New life you right I feel like it's trash here
If you with me you with me
And if you get me you get me
I'm Post Malone with the shit cause right now I'm feeling so Whitney
I'm off Henny I'm spinning
it's to the top how I'm winning
I start to feel like I fit in
But how I feel like the villain
The rapper say he gone hit me
But this is not for the gimmicks
And this is not for the fainted
And this is not the friendship
I'm spitting into fruition
I come from humble beginnings
Like I still got me a civic
But that's was none of your
Business
I'm too busy chasin' fast life
The cash right
Burn match-light
Please act right
And uhhhhhh
woah
Too many times they abandoned me
It got me in my soul
I guess this how it goes
So please leave me alone
Too much drama to care about
If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts
You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now
Please get out my head now
I get to this bread now
Some things I mean most things never change
Looking back on my past and I was probably to blame
Letting certain shit slide was bringing me all the pain
I figured out my family is not my family today
Three years go by
Where the fuck the time go
Where did I go
Everybody fake now
I know
Take attendance
Cause these mother fucking feelings no show
I dropped
Shake the spot
Something like a snow globe
Big dreams turn into big things
Looking up to god like thank you for listening
One eye closed I'm not talking bout' Bisping
Shit look how the wrist gleam
Look how the wrist gleam
Too many times they abandoned me
It got me in my soul
I guess this how it goes
So please leave me alone
Too much drama to care about
If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts
You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now
Please get out my head now
I get to this bread now
Heaven is a place in the sky
But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes
Sometimes
I'm in heaven with you
Heaven with you
(Who the fuck are you)
(I'm Reji)
They say
Heaven is a place in the sky
But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes
Sometimes
I'm in heaven with you
They say life is short but it's starting to feel like forever
Cause the shit that I been through suppose to make me better
Relapse
Same problem
Baby momma
With my momma
This year was better than last year
Learned my lesson
How it start to feel like it's class here
Good liquor good times mixed bad peers
New life you right I feel like it's trash here
If you with me you with me
And if you get me you get me
I'm Post Malone with the shit cause right now I'm feeling so Whitney
I'm off Henny I'm spinning
it's to the top how I'm winning
I start to feel like I fit in
But how I feel like the villain
The rapper say he gone hit me
But this is not for the gimmicks
And this is not for the fainted
And this is not the friendship
I'm spitting into fruition
I come from humble beginnings
Like I still got me a civic
But that's was none of your
Business
I'm too busy chasin' fast life
The cash right
Burn match-light
Please act right
And uhhhhhh
woah
Too many times they abandoned me
It got me in my soul
I guess this how it goes
So please leave me alone
Too much drama to care about
If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts
You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now
Please get out my head now
I get to this bread now
Some things I mean most things never change
Looking back on my past and I was probably to blame
Letting certain shit slide was bringing me all the pain
I figured out my family is not my family today
Three years go by
Where the fuck the time go
Where did I go
Everybody fake now
I know
Take attendance
Cause these mother fucking feelings no show
I dropped
Shake the spot
Something like a snow globe
Big dreams turn into big things
Looking up to god like thank you for listening
One eye closed I'm not talking bout' Bisping
Shit look how the wrist gleam
Look how the wrist gleam
Too many times they abandoned me
It got me in my soul
I guess this how it goes
So please leave me alone
Too much drama to care about
If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts
You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now
Please get out my head now
I get to this bread now
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Writer(s): Ivan Haury
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